A janitorial team were still in the Commons chamber. No guards were to be seen, but the Disillusioned team of Aurors needed to slip through the one open door single-file nonetheless, remount their brooms, and hover across the ceiling until the Muggle cleaning blokes (two of the three, thankfully, had their ears glued to portable mp3 players) cleared out with their vacuums and such.

Now down the rows of green benches, wands set to Pellucidus settings, Tonks with her old charmed Muggle goggles, Marcelene with her bonafide Russian version. They'd been joking earlier about whether Death-Eaters would run for Labour or Conservative seats, and where they might stand on immigration questions. The American witches and wizards Moody and Hermione had corresponded with had made a point of saying that Death-Eaters wouldn't be out of place among the ex-Klansmen and former Dixiecrats that had gotten themselves elected to the Muggle U.S. Congress.

Something, invisible arms reached out of the blue, grabbed Tonks and pulled her off her Disillusioned broom faster than she could yell out a warning. Nathan and Jeri were similarly caught and wrenched off their brooms. Hearing their cries, the others dropped their concealment and rushed to the aid of their colleagues, wands drawn defensively. "Infra-red! Show yourselves!" Hestia cried to the invisible assailants, swooping to the front of the chamber, directly in front of Tonks' prone form on the carpet.